George Herbert

Love (III)
by George Herbert, 1593 – 1633

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
  Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
  From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
  If I lacked anything.

“A guest,” I answered, “worthy to be here”:
  Love said, “You shall be he.”
“I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
  I cannot look on thee.”
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
  “Who made the eyes but I?”

“Truth, Lord; but I have marred them; let my shame
  Go where it doth deserve.”
“And know you not,” says Love, “who bore the blame?”
  “My dear, then I will serve.”
“You must sit down,” says Love, “and taste my meat.”
  So I did sit and eat.

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  1. Anonymous

    wonderful! thank you.

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